3rd Person Pov
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Elias freaking Castellan had crafted an empire based on the idea that someone of his stature should never lack for anything. Yet, here he was...surrounded by about twelve thousand dollars worth of champagne, ambient lighting, and stunning people, totally tuning it all out.
The VIP lounge at Eclipse was a prime example of extravagant design. Crystal chandeliers cast a cozy amber glow over velvet booths and marble floors polished to the point they could double as mirrors.
The air was a carefully curated mix of expensive perfumes, aged whiskey, and that electrifying vibe that makes folks feel like they're the stars of their own film.
Soft jazz played in the background, the saxophone trying its best to weave through the low rumble of bass from the dance floor below. Keeping this place running every night cost a pretty penny, and Elias had meticulously overseen every detail.
Right now, though, he was just using it as a fancy spot to brood.
